The Plea Behind the Curtain


Behind that there curtain,
Who shall thou fear?
A witch or a warlock,
Perhaps someone from here?
That person is me,
Gawking in fear,
Fear of exposure 
From none other than here.
I shall shadow my face
And make no haste.
For judgment hides inside.
I shall continues to hide
Until what lies inside
Is able to reappear .
My self confidence lacks,
Which is why I must stay back
Because to be judged is my worst fear.
So excuse me please,
As I kneel to my knees,
And make a plea for the real me.


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